Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Slightly unnerved by the welcome party down on the first floor, Callisto retreated to the common room and started flicking through the tv channels. She finally found a rerun of Bitterwoman, and better still she hadn't seen this one yet.

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee takes a deep breath, but slides in next to her. "Thanks. Meet any fun new kids today?" he asks.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Broots' roomie, who seems a little ... hyper, but fine. Pippi. Who brought a horse with her." Parker's not getting over that one any time soon. "A couple others. You?" she says, finally turning to look at him.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee thinks about it. "Err... a girl named Cordelia who knows Angel, a girl named Mac who knows Veronica and Lilly, and a boy named Pip who ... is totally new and is missing an eye," he catalogues.

"But..." and he grins, "...I have a question for you, Parker."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cocked an eyebrow at him. She'd been about to ask him if she made him uncomfortable, and defuse any weirdness, but this sounded promising. "Shoot." She glared. "But I refuse to answer if it's about my name."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee's insatiable curiousity outweighs Lee's weirded-out-ness with Parker. He says this all very quietly so that no one but Parker can hear what he's whispering. "So... what do you know about Rory," and his eyes flick over to where she's sitting, "and Anakin Skywalker?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's eyebrows shoot up, and then her face goes deadpan, her voice calm. "They're friends?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee smiles wickedly. "Right."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's eyes narrow in suspicion. "You've heard differently?" she says carefully. "Where?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"I know a guy who knows a guy," Lee says conspiratorially.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"So do I," Parker growled, less amused. "And your guy better be careful what he says and where he says it." She sighed, trying to relax. "Did you not get the memo that he's supposed to be a monk? Or something?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee blinks. He's getting lost in the metaphor but shouldn't lose his cool exterior. "Right. Monks. Good telly -- so. Parker. You know pretty much everything that is going on in the school -- keep your ears open for that little bit of gos-- intel."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I will. You can count on that." Parker refrains from rolling her eyes. Sometimes Adama really was a dork. "Tell your guy to keep it on the down-low, or he'll spook the subjects, okay?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Right on, Parker," he says, grinning goofishly. "You find out anything, you let me know, okay?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem. You can drop by for a game of xBox, and I'll fill you in," she said, smile widening in flirtatiousness.

Two birds, meet stone.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee smiles right back at her and nods before getting to his feet. "Enjoy Bitterwoman," he says. "Ta!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ta!"

Parker looks around for Rory. Hoo, boy.